I didn’t participate in the Facebook “month of thanks” this year because it didn’t cross my mind until ten days in. Such is the way my brain fails me.
I’m just going to do a 31 item list here and call it good. I really do feel grateful every day, and I don’t always say so out loud. So, picture me saying these things out loud, like maybe standing on a stage or something, with my arms flailing or my hands cupped around my mouth, yelling out. I’m smiling and I’m making lots of eye contact and maybe I even tear up a bit. The gratefulness is real, ya’ll.
I’m thankful for:
- recipes in my grandmother’s handwriting
- clean underwear
- pictures of my children when they were very little
- toast
- untroubled sleep, when I can get it
- a cup of strong hot coffee
- skinny dipping
- unconditional sloppy dog love
- rosemary
- sharing a mini with my favorite people
- soft wool socks
- encouragement
- this one student in my homeroom this year who can’t start his day until he comes to say good morning to me, and, as he explains it, see if my face is okay (a sweet way of checking my mood, I think)
- that time I swam with dolphins in New Zealand
- silly straws
- five people who call me Auntie
- the ability to run pain free
- white Christmas lights
- daisies
- maps
- fireworks over Swan Lake
- leaves on trees blowing in the wind
- libraries
- when the right words come at the right time
- a heartfelt ‘thank you’
- living long enough to understand why some really difficult things happened at all
- watching my kids doing things they love
- holding hands
- future plans
- solving a great word problem
- love in all its forms